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Open Log for Two Pirate Ships Day

When; Dec. 14th

Rating; TBA

Characters;

revelations9x6 Xulchilbara so far.

Summary; Xulchi's first curse, and a nautical one too!
(I'm going to assume the other characters assigned to the Little Barroness may want to tag in? Open to whomever really =D )

Log;

The Red God never slept.

Well, to be precise, he did not sleep as humans define the idea.
Occasionally, however, he would leave the body he possessed and move about as spirit rather than flesh.
His 'body' would appear dead, and for all intents and purposes, was just that; respiration, pulminary and cerebral functions all in a suspended state as to be nigh undetectable.
To do was was refreshing, even comforting as Xulchilbara rather disliked being limited by the awakward, and often cumbersome clay of humanity.

Today, however, he was rather sorry he had engaged in such rejuvination.
For instead of returning to the manor and his suite of rooms therein, he had 'awoken' to an unfamiliar ( and decidedly smaller ) room.

His bed now rested on the floor, but still retained it's blood-red hangings, and the soft bedclothes he preferred. Beyond that, there was little similarity.
The hearth was gone, and the walls, while covered in similar fabrics, were wooden planking instead of stone.
Worse than all of these changes?

The window.

A wretched window that allowed in light
Meager light, but light nevertheless.
He rose from the bed quickly, and in so doing noted he was clothed in a skirt of black fabric that pooled around his ankles, then looked out the lattice to see that instead of being in the manor, or on land, there was mist wreathed ocean as far as the eye could see.

Curious, and not a little confused, he closed those ever-burning eyes and reached out through his marks on his children and felt reassurred when thier presences registered as also being nearby.
Except for one...

The Executioner.
He was further away, and somehow......altered?

Not a little concerned with all of this, the Red God moved now to the double doors set in the far wall, and opened them to find a modest set of steps, and beyond those....

.........A ship?

Yes, a ship. The style of which took him a full minute to recognize as egyptian in nature.
The vessel was massive, and with sudden clarity, he realized that what had drawn him back from moving amongst the ether was the massive shift in the Ticking Clock's influence over it's citizens.

Mist curled around the mast of this oddity, and burning eyes followed the single mast up with a quizzical expression.
So this was a curse?

Granted that with the knowledge that this was all some mischief on The City's part came the realization he could lessen it's influence and return himself, his home, and his children to rights....but a creeping sense of mischief and curiosity fairly begged the question: But why?

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Farfarello woke up slowly, eye remaining closed and brow furrowed as he tried to remain asleep. He didn't so much mind being awake normally, however there was one key thing keeping him from wanting to open his eye.

He woke up to the very distinct, very telling smell of salt water in the air. Honestly, he didn't want to know what in the hell was going to be there when he finally gave in and looked around.

'This city is too damn weird..' The Irishman gave in and opened his single golden eye to look around. 'A ship. I'm on a fuckin' ship of all things. Just great.'

He was sure this was going to be a very interesting day. Well, if he was going to be on a ship and act the pirate, at least he already had the eye-patch, no? The thought brought a faint smirk to his scarred lips as he sat up, eye taking in the sight of the ship, having apparently woken up on the deck. Couldn't even put him in a damn room with a bed.

As he walked to the rail and looked out at the sea, his smirk grew slightly at the thought of what might happen by the end of the day thanks to this curse. 'Hm... Interesting indeed..'

[[OOC: Sorry to say I won't be on much today until a little later; I work nights and I'm posting this just before bed. I'll join you all after I wake up; feel free to say Farf was here or there with a random 'Argh, matey!' and the like, generally making mischief.]]

(ooc: Hopping in~)

Damn curses. Even though they didn't torment him as much as his own ordeals, they were worthy of headaches. Heine had been awake for a few hours now, not being able to sleep since he rose from a random corner in the ship's interior. From that point, he wore a displeased frown on ashen features, red eyes dull and dark circles thick below them.

It was just a curse that would last a day, right? He kept reassuring himself that. He didn't like the water or this ship. Pirate ship, was it not? Then that meant there were other people, his "crewmates." The white-haired man had an ill feeling as that word floated in his mind like debris in an ocean.

Shizune was not a frequent visitor of ships. Her only experience with the vessals were when she had been with Tsunade-sama, and the older woman had gone onto the floating casino boats. But those had stuck to the calm waters near the shore. So when she awoke to find herself in a strange wooden room in a strange bed in the ocean... it was not a pleasant sight.

Her instincts and training as a ninja kicked in, however, and she only panicked in silence for a moment before regaining control. This quickly changed when she felt her stromach lurch and she was forced to the port hole in the room, where she emptied her stomach over the edge and into the water. Pregnancy symptoms and a rocking boat didn't go too well together.

But she took stock shortly after. Her clothes were still here, and her weapons. However, she did not know where here was, let alone who else was with her. And she knew she wasn't alone. She could feel the prescense of others... and they didn't feel... good. Steeling herself, the medic slowly opened the door to the cabin, stepping out to hug the shadows of the hall, trying to find a way to the abouve decks.

Henry had been isolating himself more and more since the move to the manor. He liked it that way. He'd sworn after he'd gotten to the city that he wouldn't stay alone like he had in Ashfield, but...sometimes habits are hard to break. This was expecially true considering he was barely the same person anymore.

Besides, he'd been working very hard at something. He didn't entirely know what it was, but he'd been trying to figure it out for himself. And of course, some of his quiet may have had to do with what Vincent had told him- that he was going to have to become what Walter was. Something inside him railed against that, even though it made a lot of sense.

So he was expecting another quiet day when he woke up and rolled out of bed. It took almost a minute before he realized his surroundings weren't right. He might have realized sooner, but the fact that he could tell the others were close kept him from being alarmed.

Where was he? On the water somewhere? He walked and blinked bleary eyes, looking for Alessa and his god.

Henry was also creeping along in the shadows, barely visible in between the few shafts of light that creeped in from the doors that led onto the deck. He was surprised to notice Shizune there- for some reason, he'd been expecting to be alone with his 'family'. But obviously, if they'd been moved, that wouldn't be automatically the case.

He wished he had his sword. He wasn't very good with it yet, and would probably never be quite as good as Scarab was, but it would make him feel safer. A lot of people didn't seem to like them very much.

But maybe it'd be better this way. He'd be less intimidating (not that that was ever really been a problem). He timidly called out, "Hello...?"

The Red God, curious about those who were not a part of his 'family', had started to investigate the alien minds likewise onboard this strange vessel.

One he discarded out of hand, for she was a true innocent, and with child besides.
Another seemed somewhat interesting, but was inurred to pain, and therefore a bit of a puzzle.

....The last, however, he recognized.

Not from personal experience, but the dog that crouched within this young man's mind reflected the animal within one of his own; Heine.
Heine was much on Giovanni's mind, and Xulchilbara was more than a little curious about a creature so similar, and yet so different to his own darling Hound.

As with any predator, the Red God could move in silence, and undetectable when necessary, and so he approached the white blond ( another reflection of Giovanni) unnoticed....until he released the strangle hold he had on his own presence.

Waves of that unidentifiable sensation that hovered somewhere between pain and pleasure lapped at the young man, pawed and played with him curiously.

Only a few feet away, and with his head cocked to the side, those flame wreathed eyes regarded Heine, while the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips complimented the deeper cruelty those wrong eyes held in thier burning depths.

" I have heard so much about you, Heine....It is quite lovelly to meet you in person.." He said softly, his voice, while humanoid, seemed to dance across the senses and rub against the syllables of the white blond's name as a cat will use it's body to scent mark.

((OOC: Sorry for delay T^T))

She froze, spinning quickly and brining a kunai to bare. A woman, a medic, she may be, but a ninja nonetheless.

"Who are you?" She answered his timid greeting with a demand of a question, not about to have any danger happening to herself or her child. Not now. And not in this strange place.

(ooc: No problem at all! :D)

As Xulchilbara weaved in and out of the air behind and around him, Heine subconsciously felt his presence, yet disregarded it out of apathy; that is until that voice rung in his ears. A sickeningly manipulative tone laced the notes, and he jolted up, drawing his chained pistol and aiming it at the intruder. Brows furrowed when he saw nothing, not even a shadow. He grit his teeth, cursing in his mind.

This invisible presence was like a cat; Heine hated cats. And he hated patronizing voices, ones that sounded as if they knew all about him, thus use that knowledge against him. It's happened before.

"Who are you?"

Ohhh, this one's temper was far more volatile.

Xulchilbara grinned a razor-edged smile at that.

A sigh and as an allowance toward this one's paranoia, he did not so much step from the shadows, but more the shadows melted away around him to show a lean youngish man with pale skin, raven's wing hair, and eyes that moved and changed, leaped and danced asdarkly lit, colored flame.
He reclined indolently on his elbows near the staircase, his feet crossed at the ankles where black, light-absorbing fabric draped him from hip to floor, and pooled behind him in red-shaded tints.

In quite obviously mocked fear, he raised his hands ( though not enough to disturb his position) at the gun being pointed off to his far right.

" I am many things, sweet cîine." That same cats' paws voice replied.

" .......And you? You are more feral than you let on." he siad with a smile, and a knowing look of now violet-tinted, though still streaked with spikes of changin red, eyes.

Henry backed up a step, looking a lot less steady than he actually was. He'd found it helped to make people underestimate him, and considering how he used to be...well, it was easy. "Henry...Henry Townshend. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you...are you okay?"

"..." It was just a man. To be honest, she had been expecting some sort of vile creature with the sheer feeling of... of wrongness she was feeling buzzing in the back of her brain. But her guard did not drip. Ninja were just men, and they were just as dangerous as anything. His appearence would not fool her into complacency.

"I am perfectly fine. Now, where am I?" She knew a ship, perhaps this was a curse, but she had to find that out. If she's been drug out somewhere, or something...

"I...uh, I don't know." He shook his head, looking confused. "I don't think I'm supposed to be here, either...uh."

He backed up one more step. His movements were fuzzy (and terribly familiar to him). But his eyes were sharp and observant, and he didn't know how hide that yet. So he didn't look her in the eye, instead opting to be looking up and down the small hallway.

"I think we're on some sort of boat....you're from the city, right? We couldn't have been taken out of it somehow...."

"That doesn't answer my question."

Heine would not take round-about responses. Heavy boots tapped the wood floor and hidden silver tinkled as the gunsman shifted his position to the side of the stranger, aiming right at the man's head. He learned that aiming at the chest didn't always kill people clean.

From that angle, he examined Xulchilbara. His eyes, colores changing as often as his expression, made Heine narrow his own scarlet orbs. This guy wasn't human even though he had the physique. His clothes were more like a black ink than fabric, folding over his lower body. Heine had seen many ugly, perplexing things, and for that reason he didn't continue paying attention to his appearance.

"Of course I am." She snapped. People not looking her in the eye was usually a sign of nervousness... or that they were hiding something. And if this wrongness was any indication, this man may have something to do with it, harmless as he appeared.

"Who else is here?" Her voice was getting edgy, kunai still clutched tightly in one hand.

The smile shifted into a sharp grin.
Oh he liked this one. So full of fire and a wildness that was struggling to free itself.

" I am more purpose than person, and that purpose has been given many names over the centuries."
A mild shrug.
" The preferred name these days, however, is Xulchilbara......If that is what your asking."

He pushed away from the staircase, the violet in his eyes giving way to a deeper red so dark it might as well be black.

" Always be specific, Heine."

The God stepped closer, moving slowly as one would in order not to spook a frightened animal, until the aimed pistol nearly brushed his throat.

" ...Are you going to shoot me, then?" he asked, eyes reflecting the manic ferocity in his bladed smile.

Farfarello's attention was drawn away from the ocean as he saw, a little ways off, a man with white hair and red eyes. Seeing as he was all but on the opposite side of the boat, it was hard to hear what was said when the man pulled a gun, aiming it at another man, with black hair and.. Odd, his eyes shifted colors.

The Irishman smirked and moved to lean back against the railing, watching with amused interest as to what would happen next. It seemed his ~~play-~~crew-mates were going to be...if not fun, at least amusing to watch.

He gave his name, and Heine faltered. It was familiar. Where had he heard it? A few second of thought, and he nearly flinched. This person was a friend of Giovanni's. With that cognition, leather gloves tightened around metal as Heine gripped the gunhandle, ever so slightly increasing the pressure on the trigger.

Why was it common for the enemy to walk past the danger line these days?

"I see how it is," the albino muttered as he lowered his head. "You said 'centuries.' You're immortal. A bullet in the throat would only hurt you but not kill you. Am I right?"

A rhetorical question, but what was said was said. Heine's back straightened as if preparing to attack, but there would be no aggression if there was no obvious ill-will on Xulchilbara's part. Analyzing him further, he was similar to Giovanni. Maybe that's why he was with him now. The white dog's lips thinned and his brows creased again; the headache just grew worse.

Henry almost sighed, but instead just stayed quiet for a short amount of time. He hoped she would stop being so defensive soon. It wasn't as if her weapon would really accomplish much of anything.

"I...I'm not sure. I know there's someone here, at least a couple other people, but I don't know who. I can...uh, go look and let you know what I see...?" He nodded slightly towards the doors at the end of the hall, the ones that looked like they were going above deck.

At the same time, his mind reached out for the feeling of the Red God. He had to be nearby, he could tell. Lord...? There's someone here. She seems pretty nervous. Everything okay? He didn't ask what was going on. He knew Xulchibara would tell him if there was something to really worry about.

"... Do that, if you would." Shizune was still nervous, on edge. She wasn't about to let anything happen to her, to her unborn child, and she knew she had to be especially wary on curse days. This man unnerved her, as did this entire ship.

The grin faded back into that knowing smile, and the God simply nodded, brushing against the gunbarrel as he did so.

Yes, he was immortal for humans are creatures of want.
As long as they suppress thier base urges...thier dark desires...his function would always be a necessity.
.....However, he was not invulnerable, and a gunshot at such close range would be messy, loud, and sweetly agonizing.

He moved, still with that same care as to not spook Heine into squeezing the trigger just yet...Xulchilbara still wished to talk to the younger man, and avoid using the more invasive, scathing method of his 'inner' voice.
One pale hand raised to the silver gun, and his index finger straightened to trace it's cold, metal curves back, and downward..until that single finger came in contact with Heine's hand.

A pinpoint lash of more concentrated sensation, the same pleasure-pain that rolled off of Him in near-tangible waves flicked from that single point to dance along the nerve endings up Heine's arm and wrap itself as close to the inner dog as it could find.

A seeking thread of connection seeking the animal that writhed and fought for release within Heine.

" You are very beautiful, little pup..." He purred. A literal vibration of sound.

" Why do you fight your nature so?"

From below deck (http://community.livejournal.com/tampered/175297.html?thread=2729921#t2729921), a rather sleepy-looking man appeared. He wasn't too close to Farfarello, but he was closer than the others. "Uh...hi. Do you know what's going on?" Henry rubbed his eyes and looked over towards the god and the other man.

He nodded and walked carefully past her. It was a show of trust that she would not hurt him, that he wasn't expecting her to. He walked towards the stairs and cautiously opened the doors.

The fog wasn't terribly noticable, especially not to someone like Henry. But it was there, and opening the door let in a small gust of cold air. Henry smiled and stepped up onto the deck. He could see Xulchibara from here. He wasn't far.

But there was someone else (http://community.livejournal.com/tampered/175297.html?thread=2728641#t2728641) closer, and he thought he should say hello.

The one-eyed man glanced over at Henry, a smirk playing on his lips. "Not a clue, actually. I'm simply here for the entertainment. They don't seem to 'ave noticed me." A slight shrug and Farfarello's attention was diverted once again to the scene unfolding between Xulchibara and Heine.

"Do ye know them?" His head tilted to the side slightly as he reclined a little to lean back still against the railing, seemingly without a care just then.

Henry nodded, then looked confused and shook his head. "Uh...one of them. The one with the gun pointed at him." Henry watched the whole thing, oddly more curious than worried.

He knew he should go below deck again and tell the woman he met there that it was safe, but that wasn't anywhere near certain yet. She could hopefully infer from the voices that there were more people up here, and maybe even that there wasn't a fight going on.

"I don't know why I'm here. I just woke up on this boat...do you think it's a curse day?" He shrugged. Henry was not new to the city.

"That'd be my guess. I certainly didn't willingly come on the damn ship." He turned to the other man with a faint smirk on his face. "Me name's Farfarello. You are..?" He figured if he was going to be on the ship with these people for the day he might as well find out their names.

"And who's that behind ye there?" He craned his neck slightly to try and peer around the other, able to sense another living being behind Henry, and able to sense that the girl was pregnant to boot.

"My name's Henry Townshend..." He held a hand out to the other man, in case he wanted to shake it. That's what you do when you meet new people, right?

He looked bewildered and turned his head to look behind him as he was asked about the other person. He shook his head and said truthfully, "...I don't know." Then he stood rather awkwardly, as if he didn't know what to say next. "Uh...well, we're not stuck in families, like that one curse day, at least. It's good to meet you, Farfarello."

Farfarello took the other's hand and shook it after a moment, then glanced over to the girl behind Henry. "I'm very glad I wasn't affected by that curse at least. And it's nice to meet you too Henry.." He wasn't used to meeting people under normal circumstances; and anything to do with this city was anything but normal.

His single golden eye looked over Henry almost critically, then turned a bit to look at the girl behind him. "And ye would be..?"

She could honestly say she didn't like the look of this one either. Another feeling of wrong, but she supressed it, her grip on her kunai tightening further.

"Shizune of Konoha." She finally answered, looking at both the men warily. "Ninja medic."

Farf could tell that she was wary of them and grinned, pretty well baring his teeth, something that looked more than a little unnerving to most people. "Nice to meet ye Shizune." He used his biokinesis almost curiously to see how far along the girl was, but didn't say anything about knowing she was pregnant.

His attention then slowly turned back to Xulchilbara and Heine curiously. "So, who are those two anyway?"

"... a pleasure" She finally answered, putting away the kunai... for now. She seemed not to be in any imminent danger, but she was still on alert, muscles tensed in preparation for any sudden moves. She could not answer the man's question, she knew neither of this men, so she stayed quiet, watching all assembled in silence.

While Scarab had been recovering, Vincent had taken it upon himself to keep an eye on agent Mulder. He had been surprised when he awoke to not only find the prisoner gone, but there to be a good inch of water on the floor of where he was.
Not getting what was going on, Vincent wandered slowly around, trying to figure out why the house looked different, and why it seemed there'd been such a massive rainfall the night before.

And where was poor Mulder?
Last he had known he was still at the house of the cult... but when next he gained consciousness, it was only a sort of half consciousness.
Unable to breathe, unable to move save the way the waves moved his limbs.
Dead? No, maybe not dead, but unresponsive, nonethless. Assigned to no ship by the whim of the curse, he had been swept along when the Halo of the Sun cult came to be on this ship, and was in fact under the ship, held in stasis, suspended in the water.
This had happened to him once before, in the Bermuda Triangle.
It was an unpleasant state to be in, and he tried to will himself back into unconsciousness. It was far preferable.

It was the last straw; the trigger was pulled once, twice, many times until the body would fall over and lay still. This was not his style of elimination, but this being dared to provoke. Heine simply reacted with a trained impulse.

Not even baring his teeth as rage danced in his eyes, the "perfect" experiment repressed the dog that tugged its chains taut. It caused Heine to hunch over and clutch to his head hardly. Back off! he commanded the canine as the master stumbled backwards, groping the walls. The dog persisted, howling in the depths of his mind and piercing his hearing.

His hand reaching a sort of doorknob, Heine broke out into hoarse laughter and mocking the four-pawed demon. "I won't let a monster possess me--you won't win! Not today...not this time."

His voice cut off abruptly, and reverting back to his original plan, Heine burst out of that room and sought out a vacant boat to depart on. He didn't want to remain on a ship with his enemies that desired to draw out something he didn't want to show.

Well that was relatively easy.

With not much effort Xulchilbara had drawn the dog's teeth...and how.
Two shots to the throat, but with such close range those shots moved cleanly through to exit and bury themselves in the wall beyond.
Another two bullets, one shattering his collar bone.
All four in total did manage to move the God in human form back away from Heine, but as Heine himself had surmised, did not kill him.

Blood flowed freely from the broken cavity of His throat, the tendons and larynx a mess of tissue, fluid and so much meat.
One hand went back to steady himself against the far wall, but beyond that it was the measure of surprise from Heine's flare of rage that gave Him pause.
It was a moment, only, but Heine capitalized on that moment, and made his escape.

But the blaze in those wrong eyes kindled to an inferno at the ease with which the demon within awoke, and the 'voice' of Xulchilbara echoed through Heine's mind as the young man ran from himself.
A horrible laugh that scathed and tore at the corners of reason.

yOu RuN nOt ToWaRd SaNcTuArY BuT FrOm YoUrSeLf, LiTtLe DoG.
oNe DaY yOu WiLl ReAlIzE iT Is uSeLeSs tO FiGhT YoUrSeLf...

Slowly, as though the gaping, torn hole in his throat was as nothing, the Red God ( now truly red from the massive bloodflow streaming down his chest) followed the fleeing Heine out on deck.

Another mental onslaught of chaotic ferocity lashed out at the white blond as the God grinned, his mouth showing a snarl of preternaturally sharp teeth.

(())

Vincent startled when he heard gunshots. His initial thought was that the FBI agent might have gotten free and was wreaking havoc... he found his way to where the confrontation between Heine and Xuchilbara had begun.

Again, against his better judgement and by sheer instinct he put his fingers to, tasted the spilled blood; something about the way it reactd in his mouth told him quickly it was Xuchilbara's.

"..?" he muttered, and then hurriedly followed the bloodtrail. "Master!"

Henry was running towards him, too. He hadn't expected anything to really happen- he didn't think the other man would be quite that stupid. But...well, Xulchibara had a way of bringing that out in people.

He stopped just short of Vincent and stood behind him, feeling rather ineffectual. "Are you...okay?" he asked the god. He wondered if he should go after the one that pulled the trigger, despite the many reasons not to.

As thought, he was followed. Heine knew that if he wasn't fast enough, he would have to face a bloody mess. The chalkboard-scraping voice ricocheted in his skull, delaying him, yet apparently there were no lifeboats on this Baroness.

Even through defocusing sight, Heine kept a steady hold on his pistols, now one in each hand. He wasn't cornered just yet; he still had the ocean. Then again, did he want to run away? Flee from something that he was certain would pursue him thereafter? Maybe it was better to drown--he did not, at any cost, want to free the dog, Cerberus as it was called. Ripping a body limb from limb might not solve the problem; it might just worsen it instead.

He kept his calm--no, grappled for it. He maintained a poker face and motionless stance for all but ten seconds when he struck him. Heine did not scream, but he careened backwards and crashed against the wood barrier. Jagged white hair poked between his fingers like thorns as he clamped his head.

When the pain subsided, the oppressed coughed. "It...isn't sanctuary I seek." Then he raised a gun, and with great precision to the head, fired.

This time Xulchilbara did not take the wounds, but instead raise his hand viper-quick and caught the shot in the meat of his palm.

He was far enough away, and had enough control over his flesh that is did not penetrate to hit it's intended mark.
Brightly burning chips of molten glass where eyes should be never left Heine, as the hand lowered, and almost as an afterthought, the opposing one dug into His palm to remove the bullet.

That manic grin widened to show the three neat rows of lengthening fangs in the God's mouth as he walked slowly, inexorably toward Heine.

Another lash of agonizing, nerve-splicing pain whipped out to strike at Heine's mind, this one burrowing and thrashing it's way inside his thoughts, his memories to find proof of this dog's guilt or innocence.

.....And found the blood-hazed image of a woman. A woman in pieces, and Heine the known killer.

The whip of sanity-eroding pain lanced through the man, and the dog again.

YoU aRe GuIlT RiDdEn, BoY. YoU ReEK oF It.

He kept walking. Such is the way of darkness, of the past. Hurt it, mutilate it, push it back, and beat it down, but it will always find you.
It will always know you...

WhAt Do YoU sEeK, Do YoU EvEn kNoW?
YoU aRe A KilLeR, A CrEaTuRe BoRn FrOm BlOoD aNd DaRkNeSs.

Xulchilbara opened his arms in a parody of an invitation to embrace, the blood running like a crimson waterfall down his chest, his feet leaving trails, and bloody footprints in his wake.

YoU aRe OnE oF mInE....

That splicing lash of thought-made-solid turned, and tightened to warp into something else.
Not pain....but rather unadulterated bliss. The release that is born in that first flash of blood ont he tongue, the first aching sweetness of asserting dominance over a subordinate.
The tenderness of a kiss, and the edge of pleasure so intense it is too much to bare that preceeds orgasm.

Vincent nodded, looking to Henry. He was unsure what sort of exchange was going on between Xulchilbara and Heine, as most of Xuchilbara's words were mindsent, brain to brain, to his attacker.
at least they were here, to appear to be backup if Xuchilbara needed it.
Another shot rang out, and Vincent winced, all but feeling it as the bullet struck his Master's hand; his own hand felt a phantom pain, as he was altogether too aware how that felt.
his own hands shaking, he dug for his own gun, but he still didn't know how to shoot it. he looked at Henry, and mindsent can you work this weapon? take it, if you wish..

Vincent would be left unarmed if Henry took the gun, but not entirely defenseless. His Master had shown him how to warp reality that little bit that he could. He reached for Xuchilbara's consciousness and added his own little bit of energy to it, in case the god needed it; use me, he sent, use whatever you need from me.. the invitation was open to all of it; his energy, his knowledge of the rituals... there were spells in there that might be of some use to Xuchilbara even if they still meant nothing to Vincent.

Henry took the gun with a grateful look to Vincent. Yes, this will help a lot. Thanks, Vincent. Yes, this is just what he needed.

He took the safety off and aimed in one smooth motion. "That's enough of that, I think," he said simply to Xulchibara's attacker, and he pulled the trigger. Two or three times. Henry wasn't the best shot in the world, but he was a lot better than he had been the very first time he picked up a gun, almost a year ago.

He was aiming for the man's torso, on the left side. It'd be the most likely to hit- and even if he didn't, he hoped to throw the man off balance a little. Most of all, he wanted him to stop firing.

Frankly, Heine's brain was experiencing an overload. Touching, directly physical or not, was on his hate list. This burning, violating feeling in his mouth paralyzed him despite longing to rip his lips off. That could not be done, however, when lead penetrated his ribcage. Blood spilled from his mouth and dripped down his chin onto his black shirt.

There was no breath; a silent moment, but then.. it awoke. Heine revived, but now as Cerberus. Quietly, the frail-looking body shakily stood, and a glowing red eye glowered between bang partings.

The chosen prey was he with the gun; the dog launched himself with unsupressed force, took the man by the arm, and inflicted a steel grip around his neck. He would wait until he turned a pale blue; then break his weapon-holding arm. The dog smiled in delight; he was free (for now) and accomplishing what his feeble master would not. The taste of blood was savored, and a dry chuckle rolled from his lips.

Being shot had not angered Xulchilbara.
Being mutilated had not angered Xulchilbara.

Atacking Henry?....That angered Xulchilbara.

Henry was struggling against ~~Heine~~ Cerberus, and Cerberus was completly centered on his chosen prey.

The God growled audibly this time. A horrid, grating, wet sound from a half-healed larynx, and faster than most human eyes can follow His hand was around Cerberus' throat, His grip like a steel vice.
Inhuman strength bodily raised Heine off of Henry, and turned the unchained dog to look the Red God in the eye.

NeVEr tUrN yOuR BaCk On Me....aNd NeVeR lAy A HaNd On AnY oF mY cHilDrEn AgIan. the atrocity of his 'voice' scathed and tore at Cerebrus' mind as it had done to Heine's.
A pain that exceeded such strictures of such a small word, and eviserated the consciousness it found before it.
Wave after wave of stygian thought-made-solid poured through Cerberus' brain, tearing and shredding, raping and invading every precious moment the dog or the man held close to his heart.

Nerve-devouring....

....Horror incarnate.

Enough mental anguish to drive both man and the beast within into a full blackout in an instinctual effort to escape the agony.
~~Cerberus~~ Heine went limp, held off of his feet by the God, and then cast aside roughly to land like a ragdoll at the God's feet.

Xulchilbara was still mending the torn muscle, and shattered bone from Heine's first assault, and unless he left this body to become formless once again, he needed more reserves to mend Henry's broken arm.
He looked over at Vincent, his throat still a mass of meat, and his eyes still burning like twin suns, but Vincent had offerred, and so the God accepted.

He gestured Vincent to stand close by, then took his hand, and knelt before where Henry had sat up.

I aM sOrRy, SaRpe, BuT tHiS WilL bE pAinFuL.... he said to Henry, then closed those brightly burning eyes, and layed his free hand over Henry's injured arm.
Xulchilbara drew steadily a measure of Vincent's essence through thier shared bond of blood, and while He could not ensure Vincent would not feel fatigued by the contact, He could ensure Vincent was not badly weakened.

The hand over Henry's arm did not move, but First the human's bone reknitted, then the tendon writhed and crawled to find thier proper place.
Agony blossomed under this hand of power along with knitting bone and sinew, flesh and blood. As a sculptor's tool is clay, the God's tool was flesh, be it in destroying, twisting and perverting, or rejoining, remaking and renewing, the same essence of manipulation applied.

He really shouldn't have been surprised at the speed with which the other man moved. He shouldn't have, but he was. Before he knew it, bone was snapped like dry twig. He'd done his best to push the ~~man~~ dog off of him, but it was the God that actually removed him.

The little bit of Henry that wasn't focused on the pain was disappointed in himself. He'd wanted to help, but now Xulchibara had to protect him.

It's...it's okay. I can handle pain. I'm sorry I- Even that last distracted part had to pay attention when the god started to reknit everything. He held as still as possible, but sometimes he couldn't help jerking around, reacting to the pain. His eyes shut tight and he did his best to wait for it to be over.

Shizune had watched the events unfold in horror, eyes wide as the saw these things, these... not human things... fighting. And the blood and the strange technology... "guns", that she didn't understand. She stayed stock still, unwilling the move as if doing so would attract the attention of the Red God or his followers. But at the lull in the fighting, she knew she had to go.

Bolting from the scene, she rushed back below deck and returned to the cabin she had awoken in, bolting the door and locking it behind her. She breathed deeply, slowly, trying to calm herself. It was dangerous here. Dangerous. She couldn't let any harm come now. Stepping away from the closed door, she went to the opposite wall, beneath the port hole, and crouched. Waiting. Waiting for who would come to come, or the curse day to end.

As it was, the dog writhed, the body shook, and all blacked out. Never before was such a merciless defeat dealt to him, and bitterness sunk as the dog lost.

Beaten, bruised, and broken, Heine was taken away. Not so much a freedom but the solitude he vehemently controlled was torn away from him like they did his weapons. They brought him to a murky stone prison where withing dogs like him were held captive. He too was caged like them, shackled to bars for his own safety; and there he would remain for the time being: vulnerable, sore, and weak.

[ooc: This is where my part of the log ends~]

The sky, the sea, the space...

The sheer openness of the world shocked Giovanni as he awoke on the deck of the ship. It was enough to shock him like violence, sex, and insanity never could. He was used to living underground, where it was only light where the florescent glow reached, and more often than not just dark. Dark and dirty. Never - bright.

If he had not been wearing sunglasses, he might have been blinded.

Instead, he scrambled for a hatch, instinctively seeking darkness and diving within. He didn't want to come out ever again.

[ooc: Sorry for being so laaaaate. ;~; Too many curses!]

Giovanni had forced himself to come up when the sound of familiar guns rose to his ears, and now was torn between two horrible forces.

Heine and Xulchibara.

One on the ground, the other healing his new brother...

But some bonds were not easily broken at all.

Dropping to his knees beside Heine's shut-down body, Giovanni carefully collected the guns that had fallen from his hands and arranged his body in a more comfortable position.

[ooc: Just to get my two cents in~]

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